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I just got out of my dry spell- Wouldn't really call it a dry spell, just two or three days of not trying to recall, I finally willed myself to do so in the morning.

I was looking at my mustache in the mirror. I liked how it was, and how it had grown. The dream fades, and I'm in some sort of club. I'm a full-on adult with one of my friends. We were on a computer. We were assassins. We both had targets to take out, but we were also feeling like one of us was going to turn on the other, so we both secretly hired assassins to take eachother out once our targets were terminated. We went to a barbershop, I presumed that we had scheduled this, as we were there together. I had hired a stealthy assassin he wouldn't notice, and he had apparently hired a very large and muscular black man. My first words were, "Oh, FUCK!"

I then ran outside, and the man followed me. He had a staff-ish weapon with spikes on it. It was huge, and apparent that he was one of the only men in the world that could wield it with such skill. He swung at me, several times, and I dodged each one. I had to wait until he swung, or else he would have gotten me, for with the weight of the weapon, he could not make it change directions once it was in motion. I then grabbed onto a non-spike part- most likely one of the handles, and shoved it back at his head. It hit him, but not nearly as hard as I had hoped, for he had grabbed that handle and tried to keep it from hitting him. While he was stunned, I ran off.

Point of view changed to my assassin. He was pissed that I had gotten away. Kept, cursing and walked on top of some cars, then jumped onto a ledge, pulled himself up. A skinny white guy was sitting there, with a computer. My attention went back to what they were saying. He was talking about how I got away, and the man was saying, "I didn't get worse or better, he's just good... He was patient, he waited for the right opportunity..." I then woke up.

I haven't been thinking about my mustache lately, so these dreams about it seem unusual... I'm only fourteen, and I don't even have to shave it, but it's noticeable.

8/20/11

DILD + DEILD

Recall: somewhat poor

The first bit of the non-lucid that I remember was in a park. There was hanging handle you could slide on. I jump on and use it. A group on black kids were upset that I used their thing. One of them was a big kid. They are being pretty hostile towards me. Will is there and they somehow get distracted for a second. I use this opportunity for a surprise attack. I hit one away and start stomping on the fat kid. Will stops me and asks me what I'm doing. I said they were about to attack me so I struck first. They said they weren't going to do anything. I apologized for acting rash.

The dream skips to his big room. I am talking with some girl about dream sharing. We thought it is awesome that one dreamer can enter another's memories. We end up playing out a scenario where I am exploring a memory she had (still not lucid....). Eventually I get this big textbook that I was looking for and leave.

I somehow become lucid and realize I have to fly somewhere. I have this backpack with a heavy book in it. I am worried this will ruin my chances of flying, and of course it does.

I somehow end up this house with like 4 other people my age in the kitchen. They are all talking and I move over to the hottest girl and see if I can make a move. In response to my advances, she said, "let me see what you got and we'll see." We had to leave the room before she would try anything. I thought she might be into the kinky stuff so I just throw us onto the floor right outside the door. She is not impressed and leaves.

One of the other girls knew I had trouble flying and needed help. She was upset that I was just using this opportunity for sex. She didn't believe I really needed help; she thought it was all a ploy for sex. I then became sad that I let her down and I really needed help. To prove I can't fly I open a portal next to her because it is my only means of transportation. I divert my gaze and draw a circle on the wall. A very lop sided red shape appears. And it is like 5 ft. off the ground. I climb into it and imagine my house. I fall out the other side and land in my house.

I go out back to try flying again, no longer having the backpack. I failed again. My mom was behind me and told me to imagine how it would feel to be a fighter plane. I lose the dream

I am awake in my bed. I can vividly picture the centripetal force with every turn of flying a jet. I keep this sensation in my head and DEILD.

I am on my back porch again and excited to try to fly again using tactile imagination. I imagine the sensation again and try to fly. It worked for a bit, but it was not sustained. Eventually I lose the dream.

The DCs were very interactive and helpful during this dream.

cant remember much other than i was in another different school, verything else is a blur

I keep having drowning dreams...

I just had one a few days ago about drowning but I forgot it.. so this is another one from just last night.

I was at this small waterpark thing with some friends and there was this steep tan slide that looked really fun and it led to a deep pool(maybe 30 feet). So I climbed the stairs to the top and waited behind this boy who was first in line. It seemed to take him forever to go down the slide and he kept repeating something, I forgot what, before he went down. Finally, it was my turn. I went down without hesitation and it was really fun! But when I splashed into the pool I just kept going down. I figured someone would see me not coming up, but then I looked around and saw about 5 or more people also drowning around me! A lifegaurd jumped in but started saving everyone around me. I was stuck at the bottom.

dad n bro telling me that i am always on my other bros side even when he's troublesome.
parent using the new phone system.

melatonin
I remember being at Middle school again. In the lunchroom. Not much recall from here. I remember seeing people handing out these stupid prized but I didn't care about that.*
Ma was driving a bunch of people home as a bus driver. I saw my engineering teacher in the road and said hey, that's Mr.Smith. My sister said, no it's not. Then one of the students from my engineering class in the back of the jeep said "Yeah, that's Mr.Smith". I was also looking at my phone and realized I think it was my birthday. I guess I told all my friends to meet me at this park but I forgot. When they were all there I forgot to check my phone an hour ago, so they were waiting for me for an hour but I still couldn't come. Emmie texted me, are you trolling with us? And I felt guilty in this dream. So much guilt. But we ended up in an Auburn looking Tacoma for some reason. Ma was driving in these neighborhoods saying she would turn around, but we were on this highway bridge with no exits. Everyone was waiting in the back.*
I think I ended up at A park or someypthing like that. This must've been a fragment, but I remember everyone was fighting off these monsters, and as I went to range, I died. Then I went to magic, I died. The most successful one was melee and I started to tackle the biggest opponent within my range. It was a big ass talking dragon. I had to kill it in a certain way, kind of like the Tomb Raider puzzle games. I ran up its back and attempted to plunge it in his back a few times. The second time I did I think he died. This wasn't very vivid.*

ToneDeafMonkey's Dream

My dream starts on the roof of my house. I sit there watching the sun until it hurts my eyes. My dog is on the roof and I'm like wtf? I give him a scratch behind the ears and then he jumps off the roof and runs away down the street.

I dont want to lose him so I jump off the roof too and try and catch him. I nearly get hit by a lorry which swerves around me. The guy inside rolls down his window. He has loads of tatoos on his arms.
Lorry guy: What are you doing?!
Me: What the f*** are YOU doing? Driving on the pavement
Lorry guy: This is the road
We have an argument and then I ask where my dog's gone.
Lorry guy: I dont know where your stupid dog is alright? So just go away.


Then he drives away. I call out for my dog. He runs up to me with the paper in his mouth, which is something he NEVER does. So now I know Im dreaming and I need to go to the pyramid. I make Nipper sit and he drops the newspaper.

I step into a bush and say When I get to the other side Ill be there. When I go through the bush, Im at my old shared dreaming place. Its an old shack under a cliff. Its really windy and all the sand is blowing about. The door is open on the shack.

I go inside and its pretty warm because someone has lit a fire. We used to scratch things into the wood to prove we were here. Above the bench I see one of the glyphs that we carved. This one is a circle with two dots in, and is my mate Pigsy's symbol so I wait here for a bit. I decide he isnt still here so I scratch my initials in the wood. They look like a diamond with a line through them, because its hard to scratch curved lines.

I try to leave, but the door is locked. I think it's probably Pigsy.
Me: Pigsy? You here?
Pigsy: Yes, but Im outside.
I look out of one of the cracks in the wood. Its definately Pigsy.
Pigsy: Will you let me in?
Me: the doors locked!
Pigsy: very funny. Its raining now will you let me in?
Me: I cant. The doors locked!!!
Pigsy: you by the door?
Me: no
Pigsy: Good.

I watch through the crack and Pigsy kicks the door down.
I'm pleased to see Pigsy again, because he moved to Australia.

Me: Wow are we doing a shared dream.
Pigsy shrugs.
Pigsy: Probably. Itll be the first for a long time.
Me: yeah sorry about that.
Pigsy: no worries. Yoou still got that dog?
Me: Nipper? Yeah, why?
Pigsy: had a dream with him in the other night. Hey where are you going?
Me: Im not going any where.
Pigsy: dude, your waking up.

I woke up and grabbed my DJ to write down my dream

Fragment
I try to do a wild but somewhere it turns into a normal dream. I'm in a dark room and I want to get to the other side. I think I might be trying to steal something because I'm trying to be really quiet and there are lots of red lasers that I need to get past.

I hope i titled it right.

Nephanim's Dreams

I didn't sleep very well last night. Basically, every time I woke up to write down dreams, it took me ninety minutes or longer to fall asleep again. I ended up sleeping later to get the same amount of sleep.

Mike's Time Toilet

I was at my parents’ new house in Texas. They were setting up a shed of some kind in their backyard. While I helped my dad with this, a device quite similar to a TARDIS appeared in the yard. It looked like the owner had worked fairly hard to maintain it with the least amount of resources possible. The door read: “Discover something new about something old… or something new.” The first letter in the first something crackled with electricity. There was some kind of bulb inside, and instinctively, I sensed that it was an error indicator. If this light went out, the machine was no longer operational. As I studied this device that appeared out of nowhere, I wondered whose it was.

Out stepped Mike, armed with a bag of tools. He waved when he saw me.

“How do you like it?” he laughed. “It’s my time machine.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” I said, walking around the door to study the interior. It certainly wasn’t a TARDIS; the interior was just as cramped as it looked. It looked more like a refurbished portable toilet than anything else. I even saw two extra large rolls of toilet paper inside.

“While I was working on it, I heard that your parents built a shed in their yard… You told me I helped you build it. It was just too crazy an opportunity to pass up.”

“Hold on,” I interrupted. “That means you could’ve decided not to build it. Then I would’ve just been lying to you in the future.”

“Right. I didn’t want you to have to lie, so here I am.” I felt kind of pathetic knowing that the extent of my honesty was limited by the motivations of people who could build time machines. Scratching my arm, I studied the inscription on the door again. It looked like most of it had been on there already, but Mike had etched some of the letters into the metal.

“You didn’t build this, Mike…” I admit, I was really just testing the water, but I had a strong suspicion that I was right. He just laughed and started pointing things out to me.

“Hey, could you look at this for me? I think there’s something wrong with it. And, you know, I need to go back sometime.” Mike pointed at the light I recognized as the error condition signal before. “This keeps going off, and then the machine doesn’t run. Is it just a light bulb, or…?”

“It’s a fail-safe.” His aah of realization was but background noise to me at this point. I was already deeply meshed with the system of the time machine, studying it in fine detail. I could feel wires lining the door… Control systems, an internal clock holding the current offset… After a moment, I walked around to the back of the time machine and found a removable metal panel. Mike handed me a screwdriver before I could ask for one. When the panel popped off, I scrutinized the switches beneath. It didn’t take me long to find the one that was set incorrectly. I couldn’t possibly tell him what the switch did, but I knew it was wrong. I flipped it, and there was a flash of light on the side of the machine. I put the panel back on and walked over to inspect it. This time, the indicator light was totally dead, but I knew it wasn’t a system problem.

“This time, it’s just the bulb,” I laughed. “We’ll get you another one before you go.”

From there, we went into the shed to help my dad. I found Autumn sitting on the wooden floor inside while drinking a bottled water. She stared at Mike when he came in, but she didn’t find his appearance strange enough to ask any questions. He and my dad talked briefly, and then Mike switched places with him on the ladder. When he got to the top, he doubled over, clutching his stomach. My dad and I frowned. Without a word, Mike scrambled back down the ladder and hurried out of the shed. Autumn and I were bewildered, but my dad wore a knowing smirk.

“He pooped his pants,” he explained. “Mike has that gastrointestinal problem, right?” I could just see Mike outside the window of the shed. It seemed like he was taking care of his business in the yard. I didn’t understand why; he could just as easily have gone to his time machine. I supposed Melissa was tired of cleaning out his waste.

“Well, I’d better get him some toilet paper… Be right back.” I stepped out of the shed, grabbed a roll from the time machine, and brought it over to Mike.

“Don’t look!” he warned when he heard me approaching. Respecting his wishes, I put a hand over my eyes and chucked the toilet paper in his direction. I explained what I’d brought him. “Good, thanks. Could you draw the curtain inside so they’re not watching me? Sorry about this.” I thought about reminding him that my parents have multiple bathrooms inside, but instead, I just went along with what he said.

Inside, Chelsea and my mom started talking about how she drove when they moved to the new house. My mom was so excited that Chelsea finally had her license. In contrast, Chelsea seemed uncomfortable about the fact that our parents had let her drive. She said she didn’t even have her permit at the time… I thought that was a little strange, but it seemed like such a stupid detail for her to get wrong. I pretended I knew what she was talking about.

“That’s the great thing about driving on the interstate,” I said. “People usually don’t get pulled over as long as they sort of know what they’re doing.” After chatting for a while longer, Chelsea came out to the shed with me. She, Autumn, and I talked about Mike’s time machine and what we could do with it.

Presentation and Lost Items

Autumn and I were visiting my parents. My dad kept getting mad at me for complaining that I didn’t get enough sleep. I assured him that getting eight hours of sleep was extremely important, and by depriving himself of that, he was likely to shorten his lifespan. He said he had been sleeping six hours or less every night since I was born, so he didn’t care if it made him die sooner. We argued in Autumn’s kitchen (even though we were supposed to be at their house) for several minutes. When we left to pick up fast food, we argued in the car, too. My dad finally lost all patience with me and refused to let me order food for myself. I decided not to argue anymore. When I got back to the house, I could just go to sleep… We returned home, but my dad insisted on watching me to make sure I didn’t try to sleep. I was furious.

The dream jumped. I walked from Autumn’s house to the location of our IPRO presentation. I had to walk through a field of tall grass to get to the small town. The black shoes I wore were new; I picked them up on the way so I wouldn’t look like a slob. I also brought a copy of Inception: the Children’s Book. During the presentation, I just sat back and watched. They didn’t need me to answer any questions. Afterward, Kay sat down with me and asked me to help with her earrings. She just needed me to hold pieces of them while she took them out. They were these really elaborate dreamcatcher earrings with four pieces. I studied them as I held them in my hand. Once she got the first one out, I started putting it back together so she could store it safely in her bag. Apparently, there was some kind of trick to this. I had to push the pointed end into the back of the earring while just barely pulling in the other direction. After I did it wrong several times, Kay took the earring from me and effortlessly did it right. The earring folded in on itself like jelly and turned into a hemisphere. She did the same thing with the other earring once she got it out.

We walked out of the presentation hall together, and before going our separate ways, she hugged me and asked me not to forget about her. I assured her we would stay in contact somehow – although I wasn’t connected to her via social networking or anything like that. At the time, I wasn’t even sure I had her name right, but I didn’t say that. I continued outside alone. It was too dark for me to tell which way I had come from… I still had a long way to walk to get back to Autumn’s house – at least an hour and a half’s journey. I pulled out my phone and asked for walking directions to her house. It was running really slowly, though. I decided to start walking in the same direction as some other people. Before long, I realized something was wrong: I wasn’t wearing shoes. For that matter, when I checked my bag for them, I realized my book was gone.

I ran back inside the building, passing a couple of old theaters similar to the Ramova. There were security devices everywhere. I didn’t have any trouble getting back in, though. I got on an escalator that adjusted its speed according to my will. On the top floor, I ran into Kay and a guy I didn’t know. I asked about my book, but they weren’t sure where I’d left it. The guy led me down to the library and tried to give me their copy. Obviously, I wanted to find my own… I continued into what appeared to be Dakota’s bedroom. Kaitlin was changing her diaper under a dresser. The whole room was in complete disarray. Instead of a crib, she had a mattress on the floor. The rest of the furniture was turned at strange angles in the middle of the floor as though Kaitlin was in the process of rearranging. When I told her what I was missing, she made a worried face. It was going to be hard to find anything in this mess of a bedroom. We searched together and eventually managed to find my copy of Inception. There was no sign of my shoes.

At Kaitlin’s recommendation, I went through a portal into a haunted house to check there for my shoes. I found a ghostly skull in the room on the other end of the portal. When I defeated it, I received three books and the initial tokens for a quest corresponding to each. It was clear that Kaitlin thought I still needed a book even though we’d found that already.

I went back to the presentation hall to check there. The custodial staff stopped me at the door and assured me they hadn’t found my shoes. They said I could check the lost and found tomorrow to see if anyone had turned them in. Disappointed, I walked out of the building. I ran into Autumn and her dad on my way down the dirt path leading back to their house. We talked about my family, especially Austin. The conversation seemed to revolve around how my dad never taught us to use tools. Phil seemed to feel guilty that he couldn’t give Autumn as much money as my parents gave me at the end of our visit. I furrowed my brow when I heard him say this; it didn’t seem like him at all. When we mentioned my shoes, he pulled them out of his bag. He had them all along! Equipped with shoes, I was eager to head home.

Robbo Fruccini and the Elderly of Deadman Wonderland

I was imprisoned in Deadman Wonderland with Autumn. As we stumbled upon his office, we discovered that Robbo Fruccini, the legendary mob boss who secretly controlled most of the prison guards from within the prison, was actually Autumn’s brother Rob. For some reason, I understood that he was Matt and Eric’s brother, but it took me a while to understand how he was related to Autumn… We met with Shiro and retreated so Rob’s men wouldn’t kill us for discovering his secret.

The dream jumped. I watched a bunch of elderly prisoners struggling in their wheelchairs. Their younger relatives visited on occasion, but in almost every case, they felt such pity for their elderly family members that they weren’t sure they could ever come back. I watched an old black woman climb into a laundry basket and roll around on the floor. Her son covered his face in his hands and muttered something about what a burden she was.

Bowling, Chess, and Searching for Hills

I stood in line at a store. There was only one register open even though two cashiers were working. The two people in front of me weren’t that slow, however, so I didn’t really mind. When the guy directly in front of me swiped his card to pay, he walked off to get something without signing his name, so I had to wait. After he paid, he played some kind of bowling match with the cashier. I continued waiting patiently. When my turn came, he handed me a controller. A young girl with a bored expression took the other one. I chose a golden bowling ball for good luck.

At the start of the game, we had to bowl on a gigantic lane with twenty pins and some obstacles to determine our turn order. My opponent only got two pins before her ball ricocheted into the gutter. I got three, but then my ball spun so hard that it turned around and came back to hit me. Anyway, I won, so I got to go first.

I found myself standing on a stone bridge just outside a small castle. Below me was a bubbling marsh full of wrecked ships. The bridge made a J shape connecting my castle to a similar one on the other end. I knew without asking that this was the girl’s castle. I decided I would start collecting materials from the shipwrecks to fortify my castle. I lifted them out of the marsh with telekinesis and set them up on the bridge. After grabbing a few ruined ships, I walked into the castle to see what was available to me. I found a reference guide for playing this game. It was ultimately a game of chess, but I would have to build my chess pieces using resources. I set the reference guide on a desk in my personal office. A man serving as my assistant stood outside the door and said “Yes, sir” to everything I said. He didn’t really assist me much. I also noticed an enormous cicada on the balcony outside my room. I warned my assistant to keep the door closed – lest the world’s largest cicada decide to invade our kingdom.

“Yes, sir,” he replied, rubbing his nose. I went back to my shipwrecks and dismantled them. Using the resources from these, I was able to create some pawns. I sent most of them across the bridge to attack my opponent’s castle. It was just a test run; I wasn’t sure what they were capable of. The pawns that remained behind helped collect shipwrecks while I reviewed the reference guide in my room. It mentioned something about using fireworks to strengthen enemy soldiers. I wondered why anyone would ever want to do that…

The dream jumped. Autumn was talking with Alicia about sexual orientation. She said that liking men was worth two points, liking women was worth two points, and being bisexual was worth two and a half points. Naturally, I had a problem with this; I didn’t understand why liking men and women was “better” than liking men or women. She also claimed she had earned a total of nine points through her sexuality, and even if I gave her all the points she listed, that still wouldn’t come out to nine! I brought this to her attention, but she didn’t have a good answer. She just told me I didn’t understand. I argued that perhaps someone had pressured her into preferring one of the two genders, so she was giving herself double points for being bisexual and double points for that gender. That would be nine points if she excluded the less desirable sex, but then she wouldn’t really be bisexual anymore. Anyway I worked it out, it didn’t seem right.

“Hey,” Alicia said, changing the subject without a care in the world. “Have you ever seen Legacy of the Jount?”

“No…” I replied. Autumn hadn’t seen it either, but apparently, she had heard of it. Some random person asked me what it was about. “I don’t really know…” I answered honestly. As I pictured the movie, I saw a building with “FORMAL HIGH SCHOOL” written on it. I supposed it was about rich kids going to school.

The dream jumped. Hibari tired of dealing with school discipline and walked out to his school’s parking lot. He managed to get into a car, but without the keys, he couldn’t go anywhere. Strangely, the radio turned on when he climbed in the back seat. He muttered something about the Japanese understanding how to make a proper vehicle. Gradually, Hibari and I merged awareness, and I took control of his body. I looked down and saw the car keys on the floor of the back seat. Grinning, I picked them up and began twirling them. I could leave – but where would I go? I pulled out my phone and searched for a hill nearby. I doubted I could find one of significant size anywhere nearby. After the search went through, I found a hill that was only 1.8 miles away. It was on the other side of an airport. At first, I thought it was on the airport grounds – which would be completely useless to me – but my phone showed a video of me, Omi, and Opi taking pictures on the hill. There was some kind of desert plateau near the hill. We also found a whole family of hedgehogs living there.

I wasn’t sure I really wanted to drive that far, but if I wanted to go anywhere else, it would be much further. I hopped into the driver’s seat and started the car with a sigh… Anything to get away from here, I thought.

My dream last night was interesting even though it was not lucid.

The first one that I can remember is that for some reason I was going to be taking a long vacation to Japan. I was caling up family shortly after arriving there, and I was living in not one of the popular areas like Tokyo or Akihabara, but are more relatively unknown city. I think I was living in an apartment or hotel in a fairly tall apartment building, and I walked onto the street to check out the neighborhood. I found this small arcade and felt comforted.

I talked with the store owner for a bit about how I'm traveling, and it's nice to have a place like this only a few blocks from where I'll be living. I asked him about the area, and if there were any cool spots to go since this wasn't one of the more known parts. I forget what he said but this is where this part of the dream basically ended.


Second part of the dream I was Captain America. Except I was living in a type of wooden military lookout in the middle of a muddy field surrounded by trees on 3 sides, and a highway on my left. I set it up I think as a way that people could come and contact me if they needed help, but instead of actual people in need of a hero, all I would get are people who dressed up as Cpt. America with guns trying to kill me. I would just take their guns and shoot them back (which thinking on it now is very un-hero like). I inherently knew that it was because they felt I didn't deserve the title of Cpt. America because I'm not a real hero, I was just a man who was stronger than normal who's acting like one.

One of the people visiting was this fat guy who looked like he was wearing a polo shirt that had his name on it, I believe he worked at a retail chain. I got a bad vibe so I punched him in the face and grabbed one of his wrists, but all he did was laugh as he absorbed the blows. He grabbed my chest and ran with his arms extended, pushing me through multiple walls. I forget what I did to defeat him, but after that he turned into a small paper sticker, and I remember saying to my gf "I don't mess around." as I ripped the sticker up, assumingly killing him.

Windhover's Dream

thanks to apple for better recall :O

dream 1 - I was a caucasian boy, about 10-12 yrs old. I think I had blond hair. my parents and little sister(not my real family in reality.) were asians. maybe I was adopted? but its reversed... anyway, I had this super power called 'lucid dream'; I can do whatever I want. I even did nose plug RC but I never became lucid-__- so, I was wearing some kind of spy-black clothing. cool. my family was poor so my job in the family was stealing valuables. I was in a huge mall. the floor and the wall were light-peach colored. I became invisible and went into Apple computer store. the Apple room was white and there was a big Apple logo on the wall. there were bunch of macbooks and desktops displayed. I stole 2 big apple desktops. one of them had 'SONY' logo on.... so I flew up to the ceiling so nobody can notice me. I flew over to the mall entrance slowly. there was my dad. he was wearing a white shirt and gray pants. he had a crutch. I realized that he was pretending crippled bc he was my assistance for my job. he grabbed my desktops and I helped him opened the door. we succeeded. the dream scene jumped to grass field? or some kind of park. there were hills and trees. it was sunny and everything was bright. my family was having a picnic. it had been a long time since our last trip to outside. I saw my mom carrying some sort of picnic bags, or something, and my sister suddenly ran to her and she hugged her tightly. was she gone for a long time? I missed her so much, so I hugged her too. she started to spread a huge gray mat on the grass. we were happy. I dont know why, but I felt really sad of stealing valuables for my own family.. and the fact the my family was poor.. so I cried. then I woke up with tears.

dream 2 - I was in my private english teacher's house with my brother. there was a guy, I thought he was an enlgish teacher too, probably my private teacher's assistance. together we ate meal, talking how nice my teacher is.

August 21, 2011

Don't even have minor fragments anymore. Damn kids. They not even my.

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I can only recall a lucid part where I was mind controlling alligators.

I don't remember terribly much from this dream, unfortunately, because it seemed very interesting. Me and some other people, my family I think, got to meet Hitler and his wife. His wife was more prominent in this dream though for some reason. His wife in the dream wasn't Eva though :s. She was a redhead and had her hair in a ponytail I remember. She was kind of mean or said something that offended me for some reason so we left their house. As we left the city, I remember looking out over the city. It was very stange. It was in a valley, and it was night.The valley was kind of rectangular, and in one corner there was like a small sun, and as we drove along I could see the reflection of that sun off the rooftops. The houses were brightly colored too. It was quite beautiful. As we got further the houses looked small. Then I noticed that once we got to the last house that they all looked the same size, but in reality they were getting smaller. The last one was actually like the size of a doll house. It's kind of hard to describe how that scene went down. I don't really remember much else about it but before all this stuff, I remember being in the middle of an intersection with a bunch of cars stopped, jumping up and down shouting things like "this is all mine!" and thanking Hitler for giving it to me. I had control over something and Hitler was responsible for that. Idunno =\. Also in a dream before this I remember Dumbledore got me sprayed by a fucking skunk. Yeah, just don't ask... I don't remember the details.

whiterains dream

the first bit i can recal is quite odd. i was going through a town in the past, and people were storing albums in weird places. they were sticking them to the bottom of buildings on the side of the street for safe keeping.

may just have been about how much more trusting people have been in the past and you can leave your door unlocked without worrying kind of thing. one guy rode past some one sticking their album to the wall and kicked sand at it to help it stick. all made sense even though i am thinking to myself did they really do this in the old days?

next i am at a party at home. its more of a dull adults type thing. i wanted to eat some olives so was hunting round my kitchen for something that i can put some on to share with everyone.

our front window has turned into a type of porch. there is some guy next door who pulls up in a massive stretch limo. the limo scrapes down the side of the porch. my mum goes to have a word but comes back saying he just wouldnt talk to her.

i go round there to try to ask him to be more careful of the porch and it turns out he is south african and doesnt speak the best english but is nice enough and he cheerily agrees to be more careful and we shake hands.

the only other bit i remember was just some small talk with guests telling them where toilets are and how to get to the garden where everyone at the party is hanging out